A butterfly dancing at my window as if she is trying to find a way in. Maybe if she could come in and sit on my finger tips, she could elevate me from earthly matters – to where you are. She could also sing to me the signs of rebirth. That the power of the life cycle lies in forced transformation. You have transformed so gracefully, I still living in its process. All these months later, I remain floating somewhere between loss and renewal.


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